There with Helena—next to himThe whole bedroom—a slithering orgasmShe clutched his hand—kissed himHolding him tightly—as he lost itCurving his stomach—Nocturnal Emission!!!

Not since boyhood—had he creamed this wayTotally spontaneously—chicken child idiotSquirting his brains out—like an adolescentEach splurge—a douchebag of desireEchoing from down deep—his darkest manhood

Oozing up from some—subterranean abyssTertuliano closing his eyes—embarrassedHelena shocked—amazed by her husbandWas he dreaming—of beautiful mermaids?Riding the waves—beneath the cliffs?

Such spontaneity—wasn’t like himHer husband—never much of a RomeoBut what should one expect—from a professorWas he having an affair—with some student?He’d been so very tense—and moody lately

Helena could never know—the awful truthThe sordid side—the prodigious prickThese two men—identical in every wayDown to the birthmark—on their thighsThe scars of accidents—on their knees

Everything identical—paradoxically twinnedExcept for one thing—Claro was more hungClaro was more manly—doubly endowedTertuliano was amazed—shamelessly jealousClaro would always—please Maria better

Better than Tertuliano could—no matter whatClaro’s penis—twice the size of TertulianoTwice as thick—twice as big and comelyClaro had 12 inches—what a quirk of fateTo be perfectly Double—yet twice as dicked!!!